In the dinning room, there is a picture of him at length, and like him ('twas done by Jacob de Valke, who taught me to paint). He was a little man and of no great strength of body ; he had blackish hairs, something flaggy, and I think his eyes black. Dr Earle would not allow him to be a good poet, thought a great Witt ; he wrote not a smooth verse, but a great deal of sense.